She leaned away from him. "I think I prefer being alone now, thanks."
"Now that I think about it, why are you here? Did someone send you here to torture yourself or something?" He took another step towards her, his proximity making her heart race.
"Ha! Like you care."
"Well, I don't know what's been going on, but I find myself missing you."
"Miss me? I can't say that I miss you, though."
"I see." He smiled, brushing his fingers across his forehead.
Averna pushed him off of her. "What are you doing?"
"Checking your temperature, if you will."
"Oh, you're so funny. Stop messing around; I don't like being touched like this; I feel uncomfortable."
"But it's only me." He reached for her hand, grabbing it gently.
Her eyes widened. "Do you always act like this, Damian? Are you always this aggressive while showing this side of yourself?"
